"SAVAGE" lyrics
3EvaSpazzzin, treat all of my brothers like Momma had 'em
If you ain't crashin', then put some money up or you ain't gangy
Play civilian, but hang with suckas, we still 'll grab 'em
Heart damaged, but killin' a sucka gon' heal the damage
Loss after loss could turn anyone to a savage
Life a movie but they only see what I put in front of the cameras
Rich offa rappin', I turned pain into passion
I got used to takin' risks, so it ain't shit for me to gamble
Million dollar dreams of a mansion on top of a beach
50 plus up on the wrist, 'nother 20 plus for the teeth
If you don't put yo people over the diamonds, you not like me
I had to learn to crawl on the floor 'til I walked up on my feet
Brother in the pen, he finna lose it again
Fully loaded Benz with weapons behind the tints
I got tired of makin' friends, they was never real in the end
Every case I ever caught, I done fought it until I win
Always wanna be the boss, you could miss me with fittin' in
We was spinnin' off the pills before poppin' percs was a trend
We had buttons on the Glocks 'fore they ever rapped 'bout a switch
I coulda bought another load but I put that bitch on my wrist
Being in first class ain't stoppin' the turbulence
Fuck jumpin' lil buddy in, see a sucka, go murder him
They live for viral moments, I did it with no pretend
I done seen dudes put money and drugs over they kids
This shit real rap, all that rap cap bitch we don't feel that
Southside and always been in charge, they was tryna steal that
We got Baby As and Dracs inside a backpack
Brother tryna hit 21, we playin' Blackjack
Fuck them diss songs, we gon' leave it to where they mans at
Got opps in every hood with a body for us to match that
Dead or in jail, but I got rich, who got the last laugh?
(Who got the last laugh)
Ay, conversate with God like I'm hopin' I make it outta this load
I've been solid from the jump, there ain't nothin' to be exposed
Get put on where I ain't grow up is somethin' I wouldn't know
How you sayin' "fuck the suckas" but fuck with 'em on the low
How I'm not chasin' a bag when it's money all on the floor
This bitch know that I'm lyin' but still gon' put it on the bros
They ain't spinnin' through the South, they ass be lyin' on them songs
Before Lil Nelly from the 8, who else was really puttin' on?
Took the 10 out that bitch, it look better with the attachments
Still learnin' how to love, still takin' drugs just to manage
You ain't did shit to none of us, stop the cappin'
To get rich offa rap and die here, that's movin' backwards
If you ain't crashin', then put some money up or you ain't gangy
Play civilian, but hang with suckas, we still 'll grab 'em
Heart damaged, but killin' a sucka gon' heal the damage
Loss after loss could turn anyone to a savage
Life a movie but they only see what I put in front of the cameras
Rich offa rappin', I turned pain into passion
I got used to takin' risks, so it ain't shit for me to gamble
Million dollar dreams of a mansion on top of a beach
50 plus up on the wrist, 'nother 20 plus for the teeth
If you don't put yo people over the diamonds, you not like me
I had to learn to crawl on the floor 'til I walked up on my feet
Brother in the pen, he finna lose it again
Fully loaded Benz with weapons behind the tints
I got tired of makin' friends, they was never real in the end
Every case I ever caught, I done fought it until I win
Always wanna be the boss, you could miss me with fittin' in
We was spinnin' off the pills before poppin' percs was a trend
We had buttons on the Glocks 'fore they ever rapped 'bout a switch
I coulda bought another load but I put that bitch on my wrist
Being in first class ain't stoppin' the turbulence
Fuck jumpin' lil buddy in, see a sucka, go murder him
They live for viral moments, I did it with no pretend
I done seen dudes put money and drugs over they kids
This shit real rap, all that rap cap bitch we don't feel that
Southside and always been in charge, they was tryna steal that
We got Baby As and Dracs inside a backpack
Brother tryna hit 21, we playin' Blackjack
Fuck them diss songs, we gon' leave it to where they mans at
Got opps in every hood with a body for us to match that
Dead or in jail, but I got rich, who got the last laugh?
(Who got the last laugh)
Ay, conversate with God like I'm hopin' I make it outta this load
I've been solid from the jump, there ain't nothin' to be exposed
Get put on where I ain't grow up is somethin' I wouldn't know
How you sayin' "fuck the suckas" but fuck with 'em on the low
How I'm not chasin' a bag when it's money all on the floor
This bitch know that I'm lyin' but still gon' put it on the bros
They ain't spinnin' through the South, they ass be lyin' on them songs
Before Lil Nelly from the 8, who else was really puttin' on?
Took the 10 out that bitch, it look better with the attachments
Still learnin' how to love, still takin' drugs just to manage
You ain't did shit to none of us, stop the cappin'
To get rich offa rap and die here, that's movin' backwards
